"I am not your sister, Ser." Low and wry and habitual; more often written than spoken but no less sarcastic for it's writing- but that she's called such, that she replies in kind, that the bear is gone and she can listen and hear that name she hasn't been called in at least a year-

"...Tonton?" He'd been missing- or so the rumor went. Letters had gone unanswered for too long even for his forgetful self.